Wings are for Flying

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The old times. That's what I miss. I miss the children. Singing Judith to sleep with a quite lullaby. Now all that's left is Daryl and I. I mean, atleast I thought Daryl was alive. I wouldn't want to live if he was dead. I think. I think he helped me. I mean, without him I don't think I'd be alive. He taught me how to live my life in the greatest way. Everybody thought him and Carol would get together. But I wouldn't think so. I mean the bond him and Carol had over those four years, was the same bond we made over those few days was just as strong. I remember when I first touched Daryl. He came to tell me Zach died. I hugged him and there was obviously some tension. I mean we stood there and just stared at eachother. He sorta embraced me and I enjoyed it. He wasn't really one to open up to people. The days we had together the words. How harsh they were. But I didn't care. I needed to survive. I was rasied by Hurshel Greene and trained by Daryl Dixon. I'm a new and improved Beth Greene. Not afraid to get my hands dirty. I wasn't afriad of walkers. I knew what I had to do. I had to escape with the help of Noah. But, I couldn't. What that man has done to me. Every day. I feel discusted with myself. The way his hands ran all over my body and tge dirty things he whispered in my ear. I hated it. I couldn't stand the fact that I Beth Greene, got raped.

Daryl's P. O. V.

Beth. That's all I could think about. Her innocent way of making me feeled like I had something to live for. But I doubt she feels the same way. I still don't know what these feelings are. It confused me. She was to sweet. Than again the way she handdled my outburst was surprising. She was different than Carol. I mean Carol was beautiful and all but she called me Pookie. I'm nobodies Pookie. It makes me sound like I'm someones bitch. I'm not. Everything I said to her. To Beth was to cover up my feelings. I didn't want her to know.

"What changed you mind."
"You know."
"What?"
"Umm."
"Don't umm. What changed your mind."
"Oh."

More events of Beth replayed in my head. She's what changed my mind. I loved her. Did I admit that. No. I wouldn't she's to young. But being stuck in this tiny ass cart has got me thinking. What if I do love her? Maggie abd I talked. I told her about how she got taken. Rick confronted me on my "feelings" for her. I wasn't ready to admit them than. So I brushed him off. Mumbling something like. No. Fuck off. And other curses. I don't think I could ever forgive myself for the words I said to Beth and letting her go. I wish she was here. She's be singing or telling Maggie that we'd get out of there. Or maybe she'd be with me. That would be very doubtful. I woukd hope she would. But I'm still just some redneck asshole. That's all I'll ever be.